<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:41:40.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VTGrahams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-5334592031967703274</id><published>2010-07-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:32:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdATBzj3fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KfRWo_UJeqw/s1600/Tree+Book+rack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdATBzj3fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KfRWo_UJeqw/s320/Tree+Book+rack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496432565875367410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's little annoyances: Family members who squeeze the toothpaste in the middle (have you ever heard of anyone annoyed by the tube being squeezed from the end?); finding  the toilet paper hung the wrong way; constantly stubbing your pinky toe; stepping on legos; kids with messy faces; tripping over random shoes left in the middle of the floor...I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not admitting to any of these, though I may have been heard mumbling about one or two.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I as I was waking up and dropping my feet onto the floor in an attempt to stand my self upright, when I stepped on a book and slipped just a little off balance. It was a kids book lying open (instead of using a bookmark) on the floor for the next time the reader was in the room.  Possibly Wesley. When he doesn't have a particular book to be engrossed with, he rereads books and leaves them in each room so he always has something to read, wherever he may be. Accept in the bathroom. That's another kids issue, to which Wesley remarks, "That's just gross!" because she leaves the books on the floor (Oops! did I just say, "she?"). My little gripe to books in the bathroom is the books left on the back of the toilet and I can't put the seat all the way up. Silly, huh. (It's amazing how, as a newlywed, I had so many annoyances just in the bathroom alone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdF37JphPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yZNpNU0owQU/s1600/Child+surrounded+by+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdF37JphPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yZNpNU0owQU/s400/Child+surrounded+by+books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496438697302263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, as I bent down to pick up yet another book to save it from the misery of being stepped on (my elementary school librarian told us all about a books' feelings) I had this thought: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be thankful it's not a bunch of video games they can't get enough of&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. My kids could be involved with much worse. But they love to read. So much so that Christopher has started a scrapbook devoted to the many books we have read as a family. They also love to read to paper, okay, mainly the comics, and magazines, catalogs, comic books... really anything. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Wesley got a DSlite one year for Christmas, and the next year Calvin got one, but they read way more than they play their three or four games. And we love to play family games and go for walks. So there are plenty of other activities to keep them busy. But in between times, you can always find a book in their hands. In the car on our way to different places, even if it's only a five minute drive, they are upset if we don't allow them the bring a book - which is mainly because they leave them on the floor of the car or in nooks and crannies and the books end up being overdue with fines to pay or stepped on causing them to cry out in anguish.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, it's been two days and so far I haven't huffed about a book lying on the floor. My kids could be into Yugio [sp?] cards, Barbies (have you ever stepped on one of those little shoes? and I despise naked Barbies lying around the house - ack). For now I will keep in mind that my kids are filling their brains with adventure, history, humor and experience which will stay with them for a long time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdKsarlYrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJjXl4T_TrE/s1600/Books+around+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdKsarlYrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AJjXl4T_TrE/s400/Books+around+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496443997165806258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-5334592031967703274?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/5334592031967703274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=5334592031967703274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5334592031967703274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5334592031967703274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2010/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TEdATBzj3fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KfRWo_UJeqw/s72-c/Tree+Book+rack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-3449295352797725953</id><published>2010-06-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:29:21.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJSa_2Z_uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wmzhYn7lAi8/s1600/015+All+around+helper+Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJSa_2Z_uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wmzhYn7lAi8/s320/015+All+around+helper+Calvin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037919860391650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRwO8ucXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GcbAriD-WN0/s1600/066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRwO8ucXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GcbAriD-WN0/s320/066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037185179054450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRv2qEVII/AAAAAAAAAEo/mBTC--goGTc/s1600/051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRv2qEVII/AAAAAAAAAEo/mBTC--goGTc/s320/051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037178658346114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRvjzz89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/q1jb7RIOKSA/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRvjzz89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/q1jb7RIOKSA/s320/020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037173598942162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRvJHQYyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/17KZsdkkvGQ/s1600/014+Helmsman+Wesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRvJHQYyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/17KZsdkkvGQ/s320/014+Helmsman+Wesley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037166432740130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRupQ4VJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5xZE9EGhI-w/s1600/004+Wings+of+the+Wind+Psalm+104+1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJRupQ4VJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5xZE9EGhI-w/s320/004+Wings+of+the+Wind+Psalm+104+1-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486037157883171986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Ban and Jan Capron have been married for 55 years!  As if that isn't amazing enough, they are still very active in many areas/activities including sailing their their 27 foot sailboat. Ban love sailing so much he often goes out on the waters for an enjoyable evening by himself - he's 74. And he is all over that vessel getting it cast into the water, keeping the ropes straight and untangles and setting the sails. On our trip with him, when we were cruising right along, he was all over taking pictures of us being treated to a nice breeze on Lake Grapevine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-3449295352797725953?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/3449295352797725953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=3449295352797725953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3449295352797725953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3449295352797725953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2010/06/sailing.html' title='Sailing'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TCJSa_2Z_uI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wmzhYn7lAi8/s72-c/015+All+around+helper+Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-1381636137601429746</id><published>2009-05-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:11:24.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In</title><content type='html'>A trek through the creek *** one 4 inch crawfish in Calvin's shorts (the shorts under his shorts).&lt;br /&gt;A swim in the pond complete with friends, games, and laughter *** one sliced knee for Calvin and two slices on Jacob Luzier's foot.&lt;br /&gt;A ride to the E.R. in Newton, KS *** 10 stitches, altogether, for Jacob and 5 stitches for Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;Calvin's weak stomach when it comes to blood, needles, thoughts of blood and needles... *** 3 filled "goody" bags at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;A chance for Wesley to night fish *** 4 lb catfish and Wesley's Sunday dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Three boys sleeping in the same room *** a very late night.&lt;br /&gt;A three-day-weekend with the Luzier's *** three exhausted Graham kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-1381636137601429746?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/1381636137601429746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=1381636137601429746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/1381636137601429746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/1381636137601429746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2009/05/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-8743897078271677720</id><published>2009-05-21T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:24:46.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai Ku</title><content type='html'>Calvin's Poetry Contest has got the whole family making new poems, and even lyrics to hopeful songs! This Hai Ku is inspired from my view on the 14th floor overlooking Downtown Dallas:&lt;br /&gt;Breezy summer day&lt;br /&gt;Frequently out my window&lt;br /&gt;A brown hawk glides by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-8743897078271677720?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/8743897078271677720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=8743897078271677720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/8743897078271677720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/8743897078271677720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hai-ku.html' title='Hai Ku'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-6600145990888350839</id><published>2009-04-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:17:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes, Mommy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SdYI3P7l9cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SbcW5p4HO6w/s1600-h/Science+Fair+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320449755047130562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SdYI3P7l9cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SbcW5p4HO6w/s320/Science+Fair+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those words are usually followed with, "And hold out your hands." The first question I always ask is, "It's not alive, is it?" Then I make sure it's not slimy or &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be alive. That was the drill this past Monday when we got home from school and Lelia stood before me. After the normal questioning and I was allowed to open my eyes, the image to the right is what I saw.  Introducing the 2009 K.B.Polk Elementary School Third Grade Science Fair winner! Way to go, Lelia Elaine!  She did her project on Freezing liquids and learned much from all her research. That event gave us just one more thing to celebrate! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier that Monday I interviewed for a Receptionist position at a Law Firm located across the street from the hospital Lelia was born in 8 1/2 years ago.  I was offered the job at the conclusion of the interview and accepted the offer Tuesday morning.  Now we get to celebrate big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SdYIWU7XqcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OSmGEGQsuH0/s1600-h/Science+Fair+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-6600145990888350839?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/6600145990888350839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=6600145990888350839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/6600145990888350839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/6600145990888350839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-your-eyes-mommy.html' title='Close your eyes, Mommy.'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SdYI3P7l9cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SbcW5p4HO6w/s72-c/Science+Fair+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-5845103477032182951</id><published>2009-02-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:30:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:  Poetry Contest</title><content type='html'>If you have read the two poems  in my previous post you will be excited to know Calvin's poem was was chosen as one of sixty finalists in the Dallas Public Library Youth Poetry Contest.  He will attend an awards reception in April when the top three winners will be announced.  The contest was open to kids from grade 2-12.  I love having such creative kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-5845103477032182951?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/5845103477032182951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=5845103477032182951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5845103477032182951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5845103477032182951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-poetry-contest.html' title='Update:  Poetry Contest'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-2337523553958172994</id><published>2009-01-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:51:11.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poems</title><content type='html'>Every year the Dallas Public Library has a poetry contest.  We decided to have the kids sit down and see what they could come up with.  Lelia decided not to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Owls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Wesley Hugh Graham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th Grade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There once was a dog named Owls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose howls continually curdled his bowels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His bowels made growls that curdled the howls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of that poor dog named Owls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Calvin Russell Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The seasons come, the seasons go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From Spring's green grass, to Winter's snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They go by, but I wish they'd stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If only the season would not turn any day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Spring with its cooling mists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can I get any more of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes Spring gives us pounding rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A soothing sound that cools my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Summer brings scorching sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Making swimming very fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It gives us a few cloudy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But after that, more sunshine rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Autumn comes through with cooling breezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The more you rake the more it teases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By making more leaves come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In very lovely shades of brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Winter snows and snows and snows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So your garden never grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It starts and then it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because the seasons are about to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-2337523553958172994?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/2337523553958172994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=2337523553958172994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/2337523553958172994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/2337523553958172994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-poems.html' title='More Poems'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-2633506528419614865</id><published>2008-12-18T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:06:46.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe Generous One</title><content type='html'>Christopher submitted the letter below to the Children's Director at our church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter, Lelia, certainly displays gratitude but there is absolutely no doubt that she is the most generous person in our family and one of the most generous people I've ever met...no exaggeration. It comes so easily and naturally for her that I'm convinced God created her this way and that as she grows in Christ, the Spirit is going to use her generosity in very powerful ways to serve others in the body and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how little she has of something, she immediately offers it to those around her. She will be given a single piece of candy and immediately offer to split it up for her two brothers and her parents. And if it's too hard to cut up, she'll offer for everyone to take a lick. (I won't tell you whether we actually pass the candy around. That may be a little more information than you need.)&lt;br /&gt;It is a rare day that she does not have something in her backpack that she is taking to school to share: an article out of the paper that she knows one of her friends will like, a homemade picture or card for a friend or teacher, cookies for the bus driver...&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning she took a loaf of my wife's freshly baked pumpkin bread to school for her teacher. And this ties into the fact that her generosity often leads our family to be more generous. In fact, even though my wife made pumpkin bread and pumpkin pies earlier in the week, she was motivated to make more pumpkin bread on Sunday night because Lelia kept saying how much she'd like to take some to school for her teacher as she was eating some of her own during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to let Lelia's sensitivity to others' needs serve as my guide for following Scripture's command that we love each other deeply from the heart. If she expresses a desire to share something we have with someone else, I have learned to stop what I am doing to seriously consider following her lead. And rarely do I override her inclination even if it includes unexpected time, money, or effort on my part. I'm that convinced that Lelia has a gift in this area.&lt;br /&gt;So, while Lelia displays the virtue of Gratitude, she embodies the virtue of Generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher and/for Jill, Wesley, and Calvin Graham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-2633506528419614865?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/2633506528419614865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=2633506528419614865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/2633506528419614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/2633506528419614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/12/generous-one.html' title='THe Generous One'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-3724739738587900237</id><published>2008-11-19T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:23:05.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I called my mom bright and early this morning to wish her a happy birthday - I wanted to be the first one!  The kids and I were ready to walk out the door so as not to be late at the bus stop when I realized the date and decided we could take one minute to call and get her day started of right.  After she picked up the phone and gave a groggy morning hello we all sang our hearts out with Calvin's, "Cha-Cha-Cha's" adding flare and ending the song quite nicely.  Mom was so appreciative and then gracious when she said her birthday is actually tomorrow.  "No," I replied, "today is the 20th."  "No... it's not."  "Oh," I said.  "Well, we'll talk to you again tomorrow!"  And off we went to catch the school bus.  I was, indeed, the first one to wish her a happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-3724739738587900237?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/3724739738587900237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=3724739738587900237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3724739738587900237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3724739738587900237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-5945356268337050955</id><published>2008-11-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:35:00.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LiUkA7pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lvYvY9B7yn8/s1600-h/100_3227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520560844926610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LiUkA7pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lvYvY9B7yn8/s400/100_3227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year i the kids and I try to go downtown in Dallas to the Farmer's market.  We missed the pumpkins this year but once again the kids enjoyed climbing on the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2Lh9F6FSI/AAAAAAAAACw/-ZexHyMQt1Y/s1600-h/100_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520554544633122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2Lh9F6FSI/AAAAAAAAACw/-ZexHyMQt1Y/s400/100_3228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2Lhko367I/AAAAAAAAACo/bHKWz-L3wDk/s1600-h/100_3222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520547980405682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2Lhko367I/AAAAAAAAACo/bHKWz-L3wDk/s400/100_3222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LM910aEI/AAAAAAAAACg/14tT8WENUR0/s1600-h/100_3220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520193968334914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LM910aEI/AAAAAAAAACg/14tT8WENUR0/s400/100_3220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LMp7sG9I/AAAAAAAAACY/sQvmnBbTpbQ/s1600-h/100_3219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520188624247762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LMp7sG9I/AAAAAAAAACY/sQvmnBbTpbQ/s400/100_3219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LMb060pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VLTJ17bct4E/s1600-h/100_3218b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520184837755538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LMb060pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VLTJ17bct4E/s400/100_3218b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friend Sarah and her son Christian joined us for our walk through the Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LL1CcBJI/AAAAAAAAACI/rMPTk54YFUM/s1600-h/100_3216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520174425474194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LL1CcBJI/AAAAAAAAACI/rMPTk54YFUM/s400/100_3216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LLi6pTlI/AAAAAAAAACA/CeixC_Fnkqk/s1600-h/100_3215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268520169560952402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LLi6pTlI/AAAAAAAAACA/CeixC_Fnkqk/s400/100_3215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-5945356268337050955?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/5945356268337050955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=5945356268337050955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5945356268337050955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5945356268337050955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-year-i-kids-and-i-try-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SR2LiUkA7pI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lvYvY9B7yn8/s72-c/100_3227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-1584821406737705471</id><published>2008-11-06T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:00:59.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Wesley Hugh Graham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6th Grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Growing up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Changes you don't realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you're all grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First it starts with your height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You get taller and taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then something happens to your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Getting gruffer and gruffer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or thinner and thinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't realize that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A change is taking place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But others notice your change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They notice that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From a kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a preteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a teen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a young adult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To a middle ager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And at last to an oldie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throughout that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have your share of trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And your share of good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have your bad times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you have good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though we're not all the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're alike in different ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ways we don't even realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-1584821406737705471?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/1584821406737705471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=1584821406737705471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/1584821406737705471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/1584821406737705471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-3478182966882932949</id><published>2008-10-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:29:18.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Squared</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged twice now, so looks like I gotta follow through!  Below are seven things about me you may not know.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love marching bands!  It's my favorite part of parades, and I love attending all-day band competitions!  I wish the T.V. networks would show more college football half times!  I have a CD of the Nebraska Marching band playing various peices, including the Nebraska Fight Song and "There is no Place Like Nebraska."  When my kids were younger I taught them to march around the dining room table on game days everytime the Husker's scored.  We played the CD every Friday night before Game Day and every morning of Game Day.  At the end of the Fight Song it was so cute to hear my little toddlers and preschoolers shout "Go Uskers!" with their fist high in the air.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The bright sun causes me to sneeze.  As a kid, I thought I was the only one afflicted by the sun, but I don't think that so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Heterochromia is a condition in which a persons eyes are different colors- most commonly one being brown and the other blue.  My left eye is blue, and my right eye is green.  Any suggestions on what I should put on my driver's licence? &lt;br /&gt;4.  I onced saved someone from drwoning!  Well, not really, but I attempted to only to have them save themselves just before I got to them.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Big secret:  I still have my Michael Jackson &lt;em&gt;Thriller&lt;/em&gt; tape.  It's hidden away because... well... that's another secret.&lt;br /&gt;6.  In 7th grade I hit a girl on the arm and felt so horrible about it I cried in the Counselors office for 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;7.  I've had to go to the emergency room 3 times: pnce for a broken hand, once for a broken ankle, and once for a severely bruised bum, thought to be broken.  It's a very funny story!- ask me about it when you see me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-3478182966882932949?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/3478182966882932949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=3478182966882932949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3478182966882932949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3478182966882932949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-squared.html' title='Tagged Squared'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-63873375772319609</id><published>2008-10-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:22:19.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday Baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SQHxt___uHI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2Ot704Fe0k/s1600-h/October+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260751612321708146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SQHxt___uHI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2Ot704Fe0k/s400/October+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is my favorite time of year.  I love the crisp smell in the air, the sounds of leaves crunching under frolicking feet, and the beautiful colors of leaves, pumpkins, and other fall decor.  My favorite thing to do when the weather turns cool enough to open up the house (remember, I'm in Texas and we run our central air through September!), warm up the oven, and begin my Holiday baking.  Though I love eating what I bake, I really enjoy baking for others.  it's sort of and act of love and kindess for me.  I mean, who doesn't love to eat?  My husband is my personal taste tester - I certainly can't give out anything that may taste bad!  About 15 years ago I decided to see what a pumpkin pie made with fresh, mashed pumpkin would taste like.  Unfortunately I did not know pureed pumpkin has a finer textured than just mashed pumpkin, and my pie was a little stringing - way too much texture!  Enter my taste tester who onjectively gave me some pointers, raving the whole time over my efforts.  Over the years I certainly have learned my lessons! &lt;br /&gt;Adding to my love of baking I've learned to appreciate Fall and holiday dishes, taking a fancy to fun shaped pie plates and serving dishes.  I can use the same drapes, bedding, towels, wall and door hangings year round, but I love changing out my dishes with the seasons!  Last year my husband and I ran across a pumpkin shaped pie plate perfect for my yearly pumpkin pies - I do mean the plural as I make several for my family to enjoy.  Above is a photo of Lelia and I after baking the first pumpkin pie of this season and I felt brilliant for adding the triangle facial features.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try using recipes that my kids can help out with.  later I will upload a photo and recipe of my latest cookie endeaver.  Nothing fancy, but my kids will be able to make it without my assistance, and I will be able to enjoy eating it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-63873375772319609?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/63873375772319609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=63873375772319609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/63873375772319609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/63873375772319609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-baking-fall-is-my-favorite-time.html' title=''/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SQHxt___uHI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2Ot704Fe0k/s72-c/October+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-3795127704849030307</id><published>2008-10-10T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:50:18.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Own Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SO9oqntl_QI/AAAAAAAAABM/3Mtgd1irJXM/s1600-h/Kids+at+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255534371588668674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SO9oqntl_QI/AAAAAAAAABM/3Mtgd1irJXM/s400/Kids+at+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SO9jUfjVBWI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPgT-hvSMXM/s1600-h/Lelia+at+Zoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Lelia Elaine has always been her own person. The picture to the right is of all three kids last year at the Fall Fun Festival. Her Gandpa calls her his Yellow Rose of Texas, and she is- right down her love of dresses to her cowgirl boots! Sometimes the boys show themselves so vividly we miss the soft color of our little girl. Lately she has been showing off her beautiful rose petals through her creativity in writing and drawing. Just the other night she aksed me for some yarn to hang a sign around her neck, but I suggested pinning the sign to her shirt instead. A few minutes later I saw her happily pass by the kitchen with her sign boldly stating: &lt;strong&gt;"Do not disturb"&lt;/strong&gt; and in smaller letters underneath: "for your own good." What a stitch!&lt;br /&gt;Lelia is currently working on a book about her friend Jakiah and stories of how and when they first met.  The first page starts with a note to her readers!  She certailnly has learned how to express herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her current favorite movie is &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; and she knows most all the songs singing them throughout the house, and van, and on our camping trip...  She just expressed interest in singing one of the songs for the K.B. Polk talent show at the end of the school year. I think our Yellow rose is beginning to blossom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-3795127704849030307?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/3795127704849030307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=3795127704849030307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3795127704849030307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/3795127704849030307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-your-own-good.html' title='For Your Own Good'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SO9oqntl_QI/AAAAAAAAABM/3Mtgd1irJXM/s72-c/Kids+at+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-5944666252840079084</id><published>2008-07-24T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:26:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQu8sTPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/31f_vMsfoD4/s1600-h/Myrtle+Beach+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226660751509048562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQu8sTPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/31f_vMsfoD4/s400/Myrtle+Beach+Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we met my parents at Myrtle Beach. This was the first time in my Mom's 60 years that she visited the Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQhHMqlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TW-tsZum12s/s1600-h/Ice+Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226660747795016274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQhHMqlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TW-tsZum12s/s400/Ice+Cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a trip to the beach without visiting the local Ice Cream Shop.  All three kids enjoyed a banana split, not leaving very much for Daddy to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQp4LrsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1ejvxLDjaDc/s1600-h/Lelia+in+Sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226660750147956418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQp4LrsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1ejvxLDjaDc/s400/Lelia+in+Sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being buried in the sand has become a popular activity for the Graham Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQyhl8_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VzOgXQYX8i4/s1600-h/Wesley+Becoming+One+with+the+Sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226660752469128178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQyhl8_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/VzOgXQYX8i4/s400/Wesley+Becoming+One+with+the+Sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley becomes one with the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to purchase two boogie boards on this trip which added much fun to the day!  So much in fact that Christopher never emerged from the water!  All our pictures show him out in the deep with either or both of the boys- a kid at heart, himself!&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the beach we left the kids in Georgia with Grammy and Grampy for the 11 days.  We have had a fun time of eating out, seeing a movie (on it's first day out, too!), whatching the first season of SNL, and scrapbooking without having to clean up the table.  We drive to Jackson tomorrow to pick up the kids.  They are as happy to bee seeing us as we are to see them.  While in Jackson we will visit out 13th State Capitol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures of our Virginia Vacation as I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-5944666252840079084?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/5944666252840079084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=5944666252840079084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5944666252840079084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5944666252840079084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/07/couple-weeks-ago-we-met-my-parents-at.html' title=''/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIjUQu8sTPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/31f_vMsfoD4/s72-c/Myrtle+Beach+Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-8424125139833011212</id><published>2008-07-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:22:45.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIeRyjCTOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yDHN9NkJWAw/s1600-h/Lelia+at+Zoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226306190171126258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIeRyjCTOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yDHN9NkJWAw/s320/Lelia+at+Zoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been visiting the same places for the past nine years. Here is a picture at the Dallas Zoo of our Texan, Lelia at age four, she will be eight next month.&lt;br /&gt;Things we like about Dallas:  The Dallas Zoo, The Dallas Arboretum, wearing shorts in November, Planting flowers in January, Feeding the ducks at White Rock Lake, Riding the Uptown Trolley, Divino's Pizzeria   I'm sure I'll think of more later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-8424125139833011212?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/8424125139833011212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=8424125139833011212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/8424125139833011212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/8424125139833011212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-in-texas.html' title='Life in Texas'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/SIeRyjCTOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yDHN9NkJWAw/s72-c/Lelia+at+Zoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742779837633802652.post-5857637632999763016</id><published>2008-07-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:20:46.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Three years before Christopher and I were married he got a job in and moved to Vermont (VT).  Five months before our scheduled wedding(May 4, 1996), I moved up to that more-beautiful-than-a-post-card state.  Three days past our celebrated First anniversary, Wesley Hugh Graham was born in Fletcher Allen Health Care.  Twenty-two months later Calvin Russell joined the growing Graham family.  It is in Vermont we had our first email account so "VTGrahams" made sense. That's the story behind our screen name and it is used for everything we register.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we were not to stay in Vermont much longer and headed to Texas to attend Seminary.  Lelia Elaine, our sweet Yellow Rose of Texas was born at Presbyterian Hospital of Dallas in August of 2000.  Although we now have some roots here in the Lone Star State, keeping the "VT" helps me feel connected to the many memories I have of Vermont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4742779837633802652-5857637632999763016?l=vtgrahams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/feeds/5857637632999763016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4742779837633802652&amp;postID=5857637632999763016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5857637632999763016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742779837633802652/posts/default/5857637632999763016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtgrahams.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>VTGrahams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11744917265646628747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGJ6sB_rOnM/TDYTtt0VnLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/saBI_2_Lh5M/S220/Family+on+Creeper+Trail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
